Dwarves and Jinn's Terrifying Background

"By the way, Absolute," Syltharion said, his eyes darting around the room's interior. "This room—how does it differ from the Chamber of Time those dwarves revere as their greatest treasure?"

Yasuo suddenly sensed the vast disparity in the foundations of different species. The High Humans who visited had only noted a vague similarity between the two chambers, but the Jinn? He recognized the origins of the dwarves' inferior imitation outright.

"Ohh, they call that cheap version a treasure?" He replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world—as if their technology was nothing more than a child's toy.

Syltharion's face twitched at Absolute's casual words. For a moment, he felt as if even his own existence was nothing more than childish play!